Shame on you,
with a good hard look at your independence
and for now our voices are heard
we can’t complain you've always wanted to be feared not loved,
what’s funny now is that you're all alone,
now you're all alone!
It's far too late!
This can't be saved!
than a gaping void and a distant roar,
the mirror shows,
what we've Become
but I’m nothing
so shall we pick up these pieces?
My life was nothing but a pawn
in your twisted little hands
but now the time has come
From what I see you're
Nothing to me
Nothing to please
Its time for you
to set me free!
cut me out!
inflict this on!
the ones who just sold you out!
Nothing more than a gaping void and a distant roar,
The mirror shows!
What I’ve become!
(But im nothing like you!)
So shall we pick up these pieces?
I have nothing to say to say to you
we're everything you could never be